Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

by Amy Brent

  I reached over automatically and took her hand, drawing faint circles on top of her skin as she sighed heavily.

  I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to ask her about going and seeing Emma, but something told me that was a sore topic that wasn’t meant for now. I promised her we would get away, and that meant not talking about anything that was happening back in Dallas.

  So, I did the only thing I knew would make her happy.

  I rolled down the windows and the top of the convertible and let her jet-black hair roam freely.

  A smile slowly crossed her face as she closed her eyes. She laid back in my seat, breathing in the warm country air as I cruised down the road. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as I tried to dart them between the road and her face. For the first time since we started this whole thing between us, she actually looked relaxed.

  It warmed my chest in a way I’d never felt in my entire life.

  We drove for over four hours until we finally pulled into the small town of Fredericksburg. I knew this place was known for their wines and vineyards, and something told me we would be consuming a great deal of it. I pulled us into a place called the Hoffman Haus, a quaint bed and breakfast that boasted of a day spa. I parked my car and rolled up the windows and roof, watching Sarah as she reluctantly peeled herself from the seat.

  She did love those top-down rides, and I was so glad I could give them to her.

  “Hello and welcome to Hoffman Haus. My name is Betsy, and I’m your front desk attendant. Do y’all need one room or two?” she asked.

  “One room and extreme discretion,” I said as I slid her two hundred dollars.

  “Why, I don’t know what in the world y’all are talkin’ about,” she said as she slid the money back to me. “Y’all just out of towners, ain’tcha?”

  I smiled gratefully at the woman as she plucked a pair of keys and put them in my hand.

  “How many nights ya need, darlin’?” she asked.

  “One, but the potential for two,” I said.

  “I got just the room for y’all. Follow me.”

  She led us up the stairs and took a hard left. We walked all the way down the hallway where she threw open a massive door, and it led into a beautiful room with a king-sized bed. There was an en suite bathroom with a jet tub and a walk-in shower, and I heard Sarah sigh with relief as she dropped her purse into the corner.

  “This is beautiful,” she said. “Thank you so much for your hospitality.”

  “‘Round here, you won’t get nothin’ but. Lots of people come here to get away from everythin’. We hope you enjoy your stay. We got a day spa that’s open from eight to five, so make yourselves comfortable. Wanna book up any sessions while I’m here?” she asked.

  “Could we have two masseuses come to the room for us?” I asked.

  “I can arrange that. Give ‘em thirty minutes, and they’ll be up here.”

  “Thank you so much,” I said.

  “A massage?” Sarah asked.

  “Yep. And that’s just the start.”

  The massages were fantastic. Sarah moaned and groaned through her entire one, and it was all I could do to keep my erection at bay. The two-hours massages were fantastic, and by the time they were done, I didn’t want to move. They let us lay there for a few minutes and bask in our relaxation, and I made sure to tip them well and thank them for coming up here to us.

  “Oh, fuck. That was perfect,” she said.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You getting hungry? It’s a little after dinner time around here, so places won’t be too crowded.”

  “Can there be wine involved?” she asked.

  “Isn’t there always?” I asked.

  The two of us got changed and made our way into the city. The bed and breakfast we found was right on the outskirts of Fredericksburg, a short three-block walk into the heart of the small town. Sarah held my hand tightly as we walked down the sidewalk, earning lazy nods from the locals as we searched for a place to eat. There were plenty of hot dog and barbecue places along with wine and cigar bars, but the moment we came across a wine bar with a menu, we dove on in.

  The place barely had anyone in it, and we sat in the back, so we could keep an eye on the front of the building.

  Our waiter gave us a wine menu with a fabulous selection I didn’t expect to find in a small town. Most of them were made right here in the city, but a few were imported. Sarah joked that she wanted a bottle all to herself after all the shit that went down, and I strongly suspected she was partially serious. So, when she ordered her glass of wine, I told the waiter to bring the bottle over.

  “Mason, that isn’t necessary,” she said.

  “Yes, it is. And I’ll have the bottle that goes along with mine as well,” I said.

  “Right away, y’all. Take your time ordering. If ya need suggestions, the barbecued duck is real good. Chef’s specialty.”

  “Then I think I’ll have that,” Sarah said.

  “With what two sides?” the waiter asked.

  “Whatever the chef likes best. I’m not in a picking mood right now.”

  “I’ll do the eight-ounce steak, rare. I still want it mooing at me a bit,” I said.

  “I hear ya on that one,” the waiter said, smiling. “What two sides?”

  “The double-baked mashed potatoes and roasted lemon vegetables,” I said.

  “Comin’ right up, I’ll put those orders in and bring it out when it’s ready. Make sure to save room for dessert, though. The chef freshly prepares a mean peach cobbler and german chocolate cake.”

  The hum that came from Sarah’s lips twitched my cock as I smiled at her.

  “Feeling any better?” I asked.

  “Much, now that I have this wine,” she said.

  “It’s nice to be in a place where no one knows who we are,” I said.

  “Or at least acts like they don’t. Can we stay here forever? I’d live in that bed and breakfast and hire that man to be my personal masseuse.”

  “I could give you massages anytime you wanted,” I said.

  “That might be better. Yours come with happy endings,” she said, winking.

  “You’re damn right they do. But seriously, how are you feeling?”

  I took her hand from across the table and watched as she sipped on her wine. Her eyes rose to meet mine, and for the first time, I saw a very scared Sarah. I wasn’t sure what had frightened her so badly, but the mere fact that she felt comfortable showing it to me warmed my soul.

  “I saw your press conference,” she said.

  “I think everyone’s seen it at least twice,” I said.

  “It was kind. Thank you. It actually got some people to back off on my social media accounts.”

  “Good. I was hoping it would do something like that. Do you want to talk about anything?”

  “No. I want to act like it doesn’t exist for a while. Like it’s just the two of us. Is that odd?’

  “Nope. It’s not odd at all. I’m actually glad you want to do that,” I said.

  “You are?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, surprised. “I kind of am.”

  We talked over dinner and filled our stomachs with wonderful local wine. We took the wine we didn’t finish with us, and I bought another bottle for us to pop open later if we wanted it. I took Sarah’s hand, and we walked around the town, helping our food to settle as we simply took in the slow nighttime that was pouring itself across this small town. As the stars came out, I heard Sarah gasp, her neck craning back to look up at the sky.

  The stars seemed to triple in their numbers out here, and for a little while, I held her while we both gazed at them from a park bench.

  “It’s so beautiful here,” she said, sighing.

  “It’s because you’re in town,” I said.

  “Oh, stop it.”

  “No, I’m serious. You’re a beautiful woman, Sarah. And I’m lucky to spend time with you whenever I can.”

  “Do you mean that?” she asked. />
  She peeled her eyes from the sky and looked at me. I shivered at her gaze, so wanton and desperate for an answer that was going to be very easy to provide. Usually, I schmoozed women like this to get in their pants. I told them whatever they wanted to hear that would get them to roll up their skirts and part their legs.

  But this was the first time I was about to answer that question with no strings attached.

  And it was startling to me.

  “Every word of it.”

  Chapter 29

  Sarah

  My back met the bed as Mason’s lips traveled to my breasts. His lips greedily latched onto one of them, causing me to roll into his body as the moon shone in through the window we left open. I watched his thick hair trail down my stomach, his teeth nipping at me as my stomach jumped. His hands were so delicate this time, so attuned to my body as he snaked between my legs. I could already feel my juices gathering behind my folds, threatening to spill the moment he parted them with his tongue.

  I heard him slurp me up as his fingers slowly entered me. I moaned and groaned, pressing my head into the pillow as his tongue quickly found my clit. I felt myself pulsing underneath him, my body shifting around as his tongue worked my pussy expertly. His stubble rubbed along the insides of my thighs, and I simply allowed myself to enjoy it.

  “Oh, Mason. Yes. Oh hell, I love your tongue. Oh shit.”

  He lapped me up, drank me down, and fucked me with his fingers until I came. His tongue pressed into my clit, shooting my back off the bed as my thighs clenched around his cheeks. I could feel him humming into my pussy, devouring me and making my orgasm elongated. I shook and trembled, my toes curling as my eyes rolled back in my head.

  My skin prickled as his tongue raked across my clit one last time, and I dropped to the bed, panting and gasping for air.

  He kissed me all the way up my body. Soft. Lovingly. Like he was taking me instead of merely taking me for a ride. I felt his lips descend onto mine, my juices and the taste of his sweat intermingling in a sweet treat I wanted to lick from him. I felt him smile again, my arms drifting around his neck as he rolled us both other.

  I straddled his lap and ground down on his cock, coating him with juices as his eyes locked onto mine. I rose up, sinking again onto his dick as a beautiful groan peeled from his throat and filled the room. I planted my hands on his strong chest, taking in the way his chiseled abs rolled into me as I rode his fucking cock. He filled me in ways no man had ever done before, and all the places he hit lit a fire deep within my gut.

  I felt my clit swelling again, and I heard him chuckle just before he pressed the pad of his thumb to it.

  “I see my little friend’s back for me,” he said.

  “Shit, Mason. Fuck, your cock is beautiful.”

  “No, Sarah,” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

  I slammed down on his lap as I grabbed my tits. His thumb worked my clit as my hair flew wildly around my face. I could feel him looking up at me. Taking in the sight as I rolled my hips down onto his. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, threatening to burst forth and fill me with his sweet, hot come.

  But he sped up his ministrations on my clit, and I lost myself in him again as my hands came careening back down to his chest.

  “That’s it, Sarah. Come for me. Soak me in your essence while I watch you writhe.”

  I shook and moaned as my fingernails dug into his chest. I could feel his legs flexing behind me, pounding up into me as my pussy clamped down around his cock. It pulled him in deeper, never wanting to let him go as my whimpers and moans filled every corner of the room.

  But I got no reprieve because I felt him grab my hips before he rolled me over onto my stomach.

  My ass was in the air as he slid his dick slowly into me. I trembled with the sensations, my brain firing off reactions and electricity unlike anything I’d ever felt. My hands curled into the sheets as his hips pounded into mine. I could feel his hands massaging my ass, lightly tapping them as he watched my skin turn red.

  I bucked back into him furiously, wanting him to come deep inside of me. Never had I felt the desperate need to be marked by a man before, but right then, that was all I wanted.

  To drip with Mason’s arousal all night long while he held me close.

  “If you only knew how beautiful your ass looked from this angle,” he said as he slapped my ass cheek. “If only you knew the things you did to my body.”

  I felt his cock growing and growing as his pounding grew relentless. I pressed my hands against the headboard while it banged against the wall. I muffled my wails of pleasure with the pillow as he delivered one more crack to my other ass cheek, then I felt him fall to my back as his hand snaked around between my legs.

  He found my clit rising for him again, and the moment he began to play with it, I was done for.

  “Mason! Fuck. Holy shit, what are you doing to me? Yes. No. I can’t take it. It feels too good.”

  “You always feel too good. It’s why I can’t get enough of you,” he said. “You’re intoxicating, Sarah. Completely and utterly intoxicating.”

  His fingers and cock were working me so well while his words filled my ears with happiness. Tears sprang to my eyes as my entire body began to grow taut. I felt my legs trembling while my toes curled so hard, they cramped, and soon, I was throwing my head back and trying to capture his lips in a kiss as my pussy drenched his cock and balls with my third orgasm.

  “That’s it,” he murmured into my lips. “Come for me one last time.”

  I felt his hips stuttering, and I smiled at the sensation. I dropped to the bed, spent as I panted for air. Mason landed kiss after kiss up my spine, his hand falling from my clit as my entire body shivered at his mercy.

  Then I felt his cock twitch and coat my wall with his come.

  “Sarah. Oh, Sarah, you’re incredible. Oh, yes. Just right. Just for me. All mine.”

  I felt him collapse to me, our bodies covered in sweat. His hands slowly trickled up my arms, our fingers intertwining as he placed ghost-like kisses on the back of my neck. I felt covered by him. Protected by him. Like nothing could get to me so long as he was here.

  And his words rang deep in my brain as a smile crossed my face.

  Just right. Just for me. All mine.

  It confused me as to why that statement made me so happy. He slid from my back and rolled me over, cradling me close to him as our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs. I felt his fingertips dancing along my naked skin as he pulled a blanket up over us, and for the first time in a very long time, I had no idea what was going to happen next.

  “Where do we go from here?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “I mean, what’s going to happen when we go back tomorrow?”

  “Honestly, I’m leaving that up to you. I enjoy the time I spend with you. I enjoy our conversation and our extracurricular activities, but I know how you feel about this. About wanting to keep a safe distance from everything. So, whatever you choose, I’ll follow,” he said.

  “I’m so confused about everything,” I said breathlessly.

  “I know,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I know. I am, too, to tell you the truth.”

  “What are you confused about?” I asked.

  “Just how to handle all this. How to deal with Emma. How to keep you and dodge all this.”

  “You want to keep me?”

  “Like I said, I enjoy the time I spend with you. Is that so bad?”

  “Not at all. I enjoy our time, too,” I said. “But maybe we should take some time away from one another.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “Not like a month or anything, but maybe a couple of days. See if this all dies down. I could get in a couple of regular interviews, and you could do a bit with your business. Maybe the media will back off once they see we aren’t fraternizing in public together.”

  “That sounds like a good idea,” he said.

  “A
nd after a couple days, we can talk. See where to go from there. It’ll help us clear our heads from the drama and, you know, think, I guess.”

  “I can go along with that,” he said.

  “Go along with it?” I asked, giggling.

  “Yep. You’re at the helm with this one,” he said.

  “I take it the Mason Baker isn’t used to that.”

  “Not one damn bit. But, something tells me this is the right thing to do, and whatever gets us back here, I’m willing to do.”

  “Well, it’s a four-hour car ride, a two-hour massage, a very nice—”

  “You know what I mean,” he said, chuckling.

  “Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  I pressed a kiss to his chest, and we both drifted off to sleep. I was dreading going back the next day, but I knew we had to. We had a plan in place, a goal in mind, and now it would just take the two of us sticking to the plan to make sure it was executed the way we wanted.

  But my heart sank at the idea of not hearing from him for two days.

  Which was odd, since I couldn’t wait to get him off my back before.

  Chapter 30

  Mason

  Reluctantly, I drove Sarah back to the city. We drove the entire four-hour stretch without the top down, and I missed the feeling of it on my face. I missed the way Sarah smiled and laughed as the wind ripped through her hair, and I missed the way it lit up her entire body. The ride was somber. Like a death march back into the middle of a war zone. I felt like I was on a suicide mission, and the only thing I knew to do was take her hand to try and reassure her that everything would be all right.